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[non-lo-so0]

Dont make me open your mouth-Yandere Nam-gyu x reader

Warnings:violence of various kinds,reader is forced to ingest blood.

(I'll start by saying that I had another account where I wrote things, but this is the first time i try to write something with such violent themes, so sorry if it's not the best. And btw english isn't even my native language)

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You used to think the games were the worst part...getting shot at for not being able to stand still,getting shot if someone on your team failed to complete their task,risking being killed if you didn't obey the guards...but you were wrong. You hadn't seen the worst part yet, and who would have ever said that it would be offered to you by the ones who like you were risking their lives?

After each round, the survivors got to vote. Stay, or go. A blue circle meant stay. A red X meant leave. You chose the circle,not because you wanted to, but because something about going home felt worse. You didn’t know what waited for you out there anymore. At least here, the rules made sense,and the prize would have practically solved every problem in your life. Or at least,these were the convincing words of Thanos.

In fact,you had also made a sort of group of friends, even though you were well aware that they would probably kill you without hesitationt to survive, but since the situation they were in you didn't really blame them for that.

Still,it was something. Temporary comfort in a place built to tear you apart. There was Se-mi,who kept cracking jokes like humor could hold her together. Minsu,who barely spoke, but always kept an eye on the room. Thanos was reckless,practically always high and by extension dangerous to others,but he was always stickily by your side. And then… there was Namgyu,you could see him glare at you every single time Thanos got too close to you.

He wasn’t loud or dramatic like the others. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was quiet and sharp,like he only spoke when he absolutely had to. At first, you thought he was the safest one in the group. The calmest. The most rational.

You were wrong.

In the night after taking part in the Mingle game,the lights went out as always,but you quite couldn't sleep because you were thinking about how apparently Thanos had died in the bathrooms today, in a fight between the two factions.

You knew you weren't the most empathetic person for thinking this,but he was generally nice to you,sure...maybe he flirted a little too much sometimes, but he never tried to hurt you. So you were very sorry about him.

But your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a scream,followed by a general uproar. The two factions were killing each other again,and you absolutely wanted to stay out of the conflict.

You didn’t move at first. You were frozen, crouched behind the corner of a bunk,too afraid to breathe. You later found the courage to get off your bed,knowing that if someone attacked you there it would be certain death.

Until you saw him,Namgyu.

In the general mess he stepped out from the dark like it was nothing. His face calm. His green uniform stained dark;chest,arms,even his jawline streaked with red. In his hand,a bloodied fork.

You felt the panic crawl up your throat instantly. You remembered hearing Minsu’s scream earlier. Se-mi’s name being called and no one answering. Thanos,stabbed in the boys’ bathroom, someone had said. Now there was no one left from your little group.

Just you.

Just Namgyu.

He was looking at you now. Not saying anything. Just watching you,like you were some interesting puzzle piece he hadn’t figured out yet.

You instinctively started to step back,if he had killed Se-mi,he would probably have done the same to you and you knew it. Your body had gone cold all over.

“Namgyu,” you whispered. “Please,i didn’t vote to leave”

He didn’t blink.

“I know" he said quietly.

You wanted to cry. But you didn’t. Not yet.

“I did everything right” you said, voice trembling. “I voted to stay just like you and Thanos asked me to,so...”

He tilted his head slightly,the way someone would when they’re trying to decide whether or not to crush a bug. He steps forward. Slowly. The fork dangled loosely in his fingers.

“There’s no ‘right’ anymore” he says.

The words sink deep. You feel them more than you hear them. He stops just short of you,close, but not touching. You don’t move. You can’t.

He lifts the fork slightly. There’s blood along the edge of the metal.

“I’ve been watching you” he said, almost casually. “From the start. You’re quiet. You think before you act.”

He took a step forward. You flinched.

“You’re scared right now" he added. “But you’re not running. You know better.”

Namgyu raised the fork. His gaze didn’t leave yours.

You shook your head instinctively,you couldn't step back any further, you were practically leaning against the wall. “Please,i'll do whatever you want but…”

“I’m not going to hurt ya” he said.

And somehow,that scared you more. Because it sounded true. Like he meant it. Like he didn’t see this as hurting you at all.

He took another step,until he was close enough that you could see the semi dry blood in the creases of his knuckles.

Then the fork was at your lips.

You turned your face slightly. Reflex.

His other hand reached up and "gently",turned your chin back toward him.

“Don’t do that” he said softly,he was clearly high. “Come on don't make this difficult.”

“I don’t understand what this is,i...” you stammered.

He looked at you for a long moment. The kind of look that makes your stomach twist. He was calm. But behind it,you could feel something waiting. Tight,quiet tension. Coiled like a wire.

“You don’t have to understand” he said. “Just open your mouth.”

You hesitated. Every part of your body screamed no. Your jaw locked shut. But he was patient. Still watching you like he had all the time in the world.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

You knew what he wanted to do. And you were fucking disgusted,so you were shaking your head,with a few tears starting to fall.

"Aww, does this disgust you sweetheart? But i thought you said you would do anything I wanted..."

He teased you as he just kept tracing your bottom lip with the tip of the bloody fork.

"But if you don't want to do it yourself,I always have my ways..."

You were crying now. Silent tears slipping down your cheeks as you opened your mouth. Just barely.

“Wider.”

You did.

The fork entered slowly. You felt it press against your tongue. Cold. Metallic. Tainted.

The taste was sharp,metallic. Sour and wrong. You gagged, eyes squeezing shut.

“Keep it in” he warned,hinting at a quite creepy smile.

You were shaking. Your legs were barely holding you up. The panic in your chest was so loud it drowned out everything else. You were TOTALLY disgusted and scared. You instinctively turned your head to the side,the fork slipped from your mouth. It didn’t fall. He still held it. You gasped, bent forward slightly, hand against the wall to steady yourself.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t strike. He just… looked at you. Like he was disappointed.

“Ugh...you were doing so well” he murmured,with the same tone of a child throwing a tantrum.

“I’m sorry,just don’t make me do it again,it's disgusting...” You say trying to play along: you understood that he had snapped,and you had to act accordingly.

“You said you’d do anything.”

He raised the fork again. This time, he pressed the side of it to your cheek. The blood was sticky now, half-dried.

“You meant that,didn’t you?”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t answer.

He was starting to get irritated,but he was more amused at how scared you looked,at how you were crying so easily.

"Sweetheart..look at you,you're such a mess,are you really crying and getting that upset over a little bloody fork? You have such a weak stomach."

He chuckled softly, and he grabbed your face again,holding it tightly so you didn't move this time,keeping your face still facing him.

You looked into his eyes and saw nothing familiar in them anymore. Not the quiet guy you shared a meal with once. Not the one who helped you by grabbing your arm when you were about to fall at the "red light" pronounced by the doll. Just something cold. Watching. Calculating.

And while you were reflecting,he deliberately shoved the bloody fork back into your mouth,holding your face firmly so you couldn't turn away again.

"There we are. See,wasn't that hard,was it sweetheart? All it took was a little bit of force and you're finally cooperating,maybe I should have just done that from the beginning."

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Had a dream about this and here we are.